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Preces meæ non sunt dignæ,
Sed tu, bonus, fac benigne,
Ne perenni cremer igne.

Inter oves locum præsta,
Et ab hædis me sequestra,
Statuens in parte dextrâ.

DUETT.-Creation.-HAYDN.

Madame STOCKHAUSEN and Mr. PHILLIPS.

By Thee with bliss, O bounteous Lord,

The heaven and earth are stored;

This world, so great, so wonderful,

Thy mighty hand has framed.
For ever blessed be this power,

His name be ever magnified!

CHORUS.-The Storm.-HAYDN.

It comes, resistless! and with foaming sweep,
Upturns the whitening surface of the deep;
See! on her side, the reeling vessel lies,
Now shiv'ring o'er the topmost wave she flies;
High on the masts with pale and vivid rays,
Amid the gloom, portentous meteors blaze,
Beneath the storm, the furious surges rise,
A dismal shade o'ercasts the frowning skies:
The moon and stars in hopeless shade are drown'd;
Dread lightnings gleam, and horror reigns around.

THE PRAYER.

O source of life our refuge and our stay,
Whose voice the warring elements obey:

On thy supreme assistance we rely;

Thy mercy supplicate, if doom'd to die.

Hark! hark! more furious yet the tempest blows;
Each mountain wave in full succession flows:
Now, flashing round intolerable light,
Redoubles all the terrors of the night.

But lo! at last, from tenfold darkness born,
Forth issues o'er the wave the welcome morn :
Hail, sacred vision! who on orient wings,
The cheerful dawn of light propitious brings,
All Nature smiling hails the vivid ray,
That gives her beauties to returning day.

AIR, AND QUARTET.-BEETHOVEN,
Mr. VAUGHAN.

Eternal God! Almighty power!
We praise Thee now and evermore ;
Before thy throne the nations fall,
Thou art the King and Lord of all.
Though dark thy ways,

Thy love and mercy,

Thy ceaseless bounty,

Demand our praise.

His awful thunder shakes the sky,

His name JEHOVAH sounds on high;
Eternal God! Almighty Power!

We praise Thee now and evermore.

RECITATIVE.-Creation.-HAYDN,

And God said "Let the waters bring forth abundantly the moving creature that hath life, and let the fowl fly above the earth in the open firmament of heaven."

AIR.

On mighty plumes to dazzling height,
The eagle springs :

And tow'rds the flaming orb of light,

Pursues his swift his dauntless flight;

The lark at morn his sprightly welcome sings;
The turtle cooing, wooes his feather'd love :
In ev'ry bush, in ev'ry grove,

The nightingale's sweet notes resound;
No grief has learnt her breast to wound
Nor taught her a sad song to raise,
From such enchanting lays.

CHORUS.-Jubilate.-HANDEL.

Glory be to the Father, and to the Son and to the Holy Ghost;

As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be: world without end.

Amen.

END OF THE FIRST PART.

(An interval of a Quarter of an Hour between the first and second Parts.)

PART II.

FROM A SERVICE.-BEETHOVEN.

Introduced into the Oratorio of Judah.

GRAND CHORUS.

Glory to God! glorify him in the highest;

Bow down and worship him, worship the Lord of Hosts. For the Lord is great in power;

Let all the earth adore him, glory to God in the highest.

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SOLO.-Mr. VAUGHAN.

Holy and merciful Father; gracious God, we worship Thee. O God omnipotent! O Glorious Majesty! Eternal Father!

GRAND CHORUS.

God is great in battle-he hath triumphed gloriously;
I will exalt his name, and glorify him evermore.

SONG.

Miss PATON,

CHORUS.-Athaliah.-HANDEL.

The mighty power, in whom we trust,

Is ever, to his promise, just;

He makes this sacred day appear

The pledge of a propitious year.

SOLO.

He bids the circling seasons shine,
Recalls the olive and the vine;

With blooming plenty loads the plain,
And crowns the fields with golden grain.

CHORUS.

Give glory to his awful name,
Let ev'ry voice his praise proclaim.

RECITATIVE.-Deborah.-HANDEL.

Mr. PHILLIPS.

My prayers are heard; the blessings of this day
All my past cares and anguish well repay;

O my son, my son,

Well has thy youth the race of honour won!

AIR.

Tears such as tender fathers shed,

Warm from my aged eyes descend;
For joy to think, when I am dead,

My son shall have mankind his friend.

MOTETT.-TENOR SOLO, AND CHORUS.-MOZART.

Mr. VAUGHAN.

Lord, have mercy upon us.

Glory to God in the highest! peace on earth, and good will to men. Sing to the Lord, and magnify his power. Make your boast in Him. Tell out his wondrous works, and rejoice in his presence. Glorious is His name. Great is his power. Praise him, all ye people. O God most mighty, O Lord most holy, Thine be the glory for evermore.

RECITATIVE, ACCOMPANIed.

Il Sacrifizio d'Abram.-CIMARosa.

Madame CARADORI.

Chi per pietà mi dice

Il mio figlio che fa ?-Servi, Pastori

Invio d'intorno, e alcun non riede!

Ah! forse, pietoso, ogn'un m'evita.

Ah! l'innocente già spirò forse l'alma

In man del padre: ah forse-oh Dio! che dolor!
Chi mi consoli non si trova per me.

Alcun di tanti almeno tornor vedessi!

Eccone un! si cerchi,-chiedasi! non ho cor,

Pastori! ah tremo d'ascoltar la risposta.

Ah! perché mai si confusi tornate?

Dov'è Abram, che vedeste ? oh Dio, parlate,

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